The Purpose

Two weeks ago today, I endured the one-year anniversary of the murder of my wife, Shani. She was my best friend and lover, and not a second of any day passes where my thoughts aren’t with her. I miss her today as much as I did a year ago, and I cherish every moment I spent with her, knowing full-well that the ten years we had together, eight of which we spent in marriage, were precious, yet fleeting.

At 6:49 p.m. on June 2, 2009, I received the phone call that would forever alter the course of my life. I will never forget Detective Trammer’s words. They reverberate somewhere deep in my soul still today.

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “She’s dead.”

Nothing can prepare you to hear such a thing. No amount of experience. No amount of faith or trust. Not even God. Nothing.

One minute I was happily married to my soul mate. The next, she was gone. In that moment, I was stripped of all that mattered to me in life...